"I thought I was dead." Logan said, his Irish accent was light, almost unnoticable since he had lived in South Africa before the outbreak. He pulled out his wallet and smiled at the photo of his girl and his son smiling back at him. He shoved it back into his pocket and looked at his rescuers. "Any of you got a smoke?"
Jacob set the chopper down slowly and removed himelf from within once again. Ben crept silently through a hallway until he found a huge armored door. With all his might, he pushed the door open quickly and swung himself back outside of the door way, waiting for any response from what ever was in the room.
"Thanks." he said, taking his sniper and fingering the recoil. He watched the others, as he took the palm of his hand and slammed it against recoil, the shell clinging against the cement he cocked it back loading a new shell. "You guys have any M82A1 Rifle Magazines?" he asked. He knew he only had 3 bullets left.
As the door was shoved open, Rek and Sam both raised their automatic weapons. All he saw of the arrival was a strange, Russian esque, black-ops sealed suit before the figure swung back like he had expected something. Carefully he signaled both Sam and the soldier to stay in cover and he moved out from his, assault rifle pointed at the doorway, moving towards it. He made it to the door checked the opposite side, the swung around the metal frame work, placing the assault rifle in the soft suited part of the mans neck. "Make a move other than taking your helmet off, and the gun spays you a new breathing hole."
Ben laughed. "If you're gunna shoot me, then shoot me. I don't have time to waste on the likes of you." Quickly removing his weapon from it's holster, he aimed it at Rek. "C'mon boy! Shoot quicky Shoot quick!" He flipped the gun and put it back in it's holster and laughed. "It's all just fun, you know?" Jacob pushed his way inside and saw that Ben was as gunpoint. He pushed himself against the wall and pulled out his assault rifle but did not dare take a shot.